Advent Calendar

He will come like last leaf’s fall

One night when the November wind

has flayed the trees to bone, and earth

wakes choking on the mould,

the soft shroud’s folding.

He will come like frost

One morning when the shrinking earth

opens on mist, to find itself

arrested in the net

of alien, sword-set beauty.

He will come like dark,

One evening when the bursting red

December sun draws up the sheet

and penny-masks its eye to yield

the star-snowed fields of sky.

He will come, will come,

will come like crying in the night,

like blood, like breaking,

as the earth writhes to toss him free.

He will come like child.

Rowan Williams, (The Collected Poems, 2002)

3 thoughts on “Advent Calendar

  1. How ever can he write like that and not hear the voices in Uganda? What did we do to this man in making the wrong person ABC?

  2. Pingback: Love blooms bright « Randomness and Waffle

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